Rianna Shaikh's Blog, page 29

Dearest Saturday

The Hamptons, circa 2018Dearest you,

I have come to a realistic reality that people are who they are. They change. Some become, some choose to stay what they are.
We are people, some are tolerable of others, whilst some are not as tolerant.
Today You must choose if you shall let go of the some that may be quite never better. I hold forth to the days when I shall be better et you should look forward to not looking at the some that purely aggravate your sensitive sensibility so, non?
Sometimes  it’s best to look the other way.

certaines choses ne changent jamais
Forever not as sensible,

RS

Mindfulness

Dearest Friday,
I got nothing on this matter. Except everyone minds my business as appose to their own.

 

bonne journée les lapins !
RS

In the middle of the day

Dearest you,

It’s been one of those days when you sit down out in the fields of nothing et ponder your schedule. After all productivity takes work, non?
There’s work to do, things to do, people to see, children et their daily schedules etc

then books. That takes your all. So much so I am very glad I live in the glass house.
Hence, think proper productivity leads to great productions.
Another book on the resume, another checklist, another page to turn, another sorting to do.

So  how abouts you?

Oh and that ladurée from Paris. It’s summer, I can’t imagine summers without greens, or blossoms, or butterflies or bees. Or let’s see, I can’t imagine summer without sunlight.
Well that’s about it, my creativity has been exhausted. Keep your chin up et keep working.
That’s to my fellow writers.
Bonsoir till my next story or update, it’s tea et ….Chocolats!

Yours,

RS

Mr Wall Street

Dearest life,

He’s never coming back to me. Yet I stumble onto mr Wall Street et his doltishly twisted logic daily. I walk these halls, befallen in grief et I refuse to go on. I refuse to let you burn me to the ground.The earth once upon a tale brought forth life, why must it torment my feet to my heart, I beg you laissez-le s’arrêter..The pain of knowing he once did exist et the braised, flawed méchant reality of knowing no more.dans les brookvilles,Sophie Becks 

thé tous les jours

Dearest,

When you need to take yourself more seriously et like you can’t

I have got to take so many portraits et I was diligently going through portraits et I stopped et looked at this… uhhh hallo who the beckons is that?
I swear, I look so doodlebug different in all!

Anyho0, tea et baguettes my darlings.
TEA it is, non?

working late again. Oh I’d do anything to stuff my Face with bread

bonsoir,

RS

 

Ps. My favorite cover of all!

Darling petit Roo (new book)

Dearest,

Look at this! My little guy is happy that he has 2 copies of the same book.

Hey that’s love

Hence, I have had a major home renovation et I can’t find my camera, so iPhone photography only.
This is my Darling Petit Roo book, a cerebral palsy journal. It is written from the perspective of a boy who cannot walk or talk or has gotten the same gifts as most of us.
I did attach a few internal pages for you.
A proud production really.

For my biggest fan, greatest love, the most handsome little guy I’d ever see, mon petit garçon.

Maman loves you so darling, et world of special needs, I hope this reaches you someday. I vow to add colour to your world.

A day of tea et chocolats et no Mr Todd

j’adore toi.

RS

Ps. Unfortunately I must work today as clearly as we have to be in production for the next book.

Pss. No chess playing either, we are productive, like all the way all day. Um, is is the golf course open today?

asking for a friend

40 who?

 

Dearest,

I must say something to all of you out there, if you are past the big 4.0,  I admire you.
Because I have to say this phase of life is a flipping meteoroid. I hope that’s a thing. If it’s not, it’s emotional.
I use to look at the older housewives et laugh, that was years ago. All of these women calling themselves housewives when i am yet to see them cook or clean or raise their own children.

Go on, fall off  your chair.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Now get back up, cause you bloody need to. Seriously though, it’s complicated to be a writer et feel so much but it’s more complicated to grow so much, to mature, to resume to a place where you can see all the bridges you have past, all the people you had to part with, because as you age, BS Is not one of the things you do well.
See, you get it. I feared you won’t. But lately I think that there’s so much, for the first time in my life, I can relate to people.
I was probably to pompous to realize so much.
Here were are in the 40’s, awaiting the wrinkles, the greys, the hormonal things. But truth is if Botox could fix that internal storm, would you get it?
I would.
But that’s not the problem, the real stir is happening, vous comprenez?

Well my work is fin here, heading to tea where I’ll stuff my face et watch Winnie become a Pooh.

Then I know it’s night but I’ll blast the cello so loudly et  thoroughly, that my distant neighbors would call Mr Todd the fox.  Or my husband would scream, “Kay why!”
I know, excitement I am

Well what do you expect, I am a writer after all.
Well you better carry on darlings.
I hope your night is not such a bore!

Bonsoir,

RS

Sophie Becks

Dearest you,

Oh Lolly. Is it golly. A trip down a lane I have most likely forgotten of.
My dearest, most envied character, the one where materialism et nobility gets poured into 19th century teacups et devoured méchamment.

I think it was atrociously delicious. Bit by bit as I personally went through things in my life, I guess to say the least, I  fell of my saddle sadly so, but gladly, I became … are you ready for it?

I Rianna Kay S became humble.
Send me help will yah
Hence, when I get readers: folks sending me notes or asking questions, I pause, I re read my notes by my editors et frown. Because there’s now a bridge of growth between then et now.
I am most grateful for such maturity, but darling this kind has gotten to be merde.
Large Caption.
I would rather write on orphans.  See the more wealth one acquires the more subjects to be studied.
If you are lucky, you’ll fall, humbled to the floor et realize that money and power et success et so on is quite equivalent to being locked at the top of Rapunzel’s tower.
Think about it, very little people in your life will cheer you on. And that list you had in high school that no one liked you, piles ever so high, like the princess et the pea in her pile of mattresses.
Pathetic but real.
Do. Know that 202o made me a children’s writer!

I cannot at the this moment relate to all of this Wall Street richesse et malheur. I cannot mentally dearest you. I hope one day I drive an Aston Martin with glee.
And I hope to be feeling high falutin again.

For now, I am as simple as a dimple.
Nothing moves moi

I have not touched my books in 48 hours, I know, I exhale thinking maybe I’ll stuff my face with chocolats et watch Winnie the Pooh!

Yah, it’s like that, I’m a big bad mouse,

RS

Poolside avec toi

 

Dearest,

I am not exactly an outdoors kind of gal. At all.

Its the way I have been my entirety, but henceforth today I sat out et opened my second novel, the Brookvilles et I can’t decide why this book refuses to end.
It’s quite a romance novel, non? I have had a lot of my readers tell me that I really jumped in et took Romantic to another level.
I dont know. You see I have written 15-20 children books after this, so it’s quite the battle to jump in et tell myself it’s over.

I can’t. Though writing this book shed many emotions I was rather uncomfortable with. But there’s a moment for each emotion.
I think I have simply left the Over  the top materialism of Wall Street. So getting to the finish line here is depleting. I honestly cannot complete this at the moment.
I had an interview with an agent today, as you see they are looking for moi, I couldn’t be so rude you see, et I on the other hand, is terribly busy with myself.

But I am not going to be taking any steps further in the literary world.
I am not ready for that stress level et such.
My life is entirely compact at the au courant.
Though I have many that are eager to see my portfolio. I will say, that I know, sometime in the light matter of day the right person shall have the opportunity to look at my collection of past, and my private publications at the current.
Right now I have got no space for anything but my daily life.
I kid not 

Well just an update, I am eager to share my next publication!

Merci to my readers again et i shall be updating more books soon!

J’adore you.
RS

être satisfait

Newport, RI –

 

Dearest,

Ever watched the ocean roar, ever see the seagulls soar?

Ever wonder why we feel so much more than we abhor?
I am thinking aloud, watching the night of clouds, thinking of things that are quite unseen. Like the happy blue things et the dull bore things, like the silly things, the kinds that makes us thinkers et writers.
And hapless hoarders et keepers.
A display of human emotion not juste in the day. I think of most et I think of things et I wonder…

Are you out there thinking too?
If you are, you are not alone, the world needs to ponder more of its tone.
So tell me dearest you, dearest world, will you sail the seas to find your whole?

Il est tard,
RS